Butterzopf

One of my weekend treats here is eating fresh Butterzopf. On Friday afternoons and Saturdays the bakeries are filled with the things. It's basically just a plaited loaf of bread, and yet it's so much more than that. I typically get through roughly half a loaf on Saturday and finish it off on Sunday. As much as I miss a good cinnamon-raisin bagel here, I'm sure I'll be craving a good Butterzopf when I have to return home.

(When I was in Amsterdam a few weeks ago a colleague from the States who I hadn't seen in some time said "you look healthy, like you've been...eating well". I guess when I eat a loaf of bread over a weekend I shouldn't really be surprised to hear things like that, or to wonder why my pants seem a bit snug.)